Page 129 of Butterfly Effect

She plays with her clit, cunt clamping down as my thrusts go uneven and sloppy, spitting curses against her open mouth. Tremors take over before launching us over the edge and tearing through parallel orgasms. Our breaths catch, hearts rattling against one another behind their cages.

“Christ. That was too fast?—”

Gabe replies with a soft snore.

“Oh, good. Now you can’t call me needy for staying inside you.”

I relish in the cocoon of her freshly fucked pussy until my dick goes limp, then slide out. Once discarding the condom in the washroom, I return with a damp cloth in hand.

A few hours later, I tiptoe from bed and quietly close the washroom door to shower before going back into my hotel room.

The pressure and hot temperature of the water loosens a tight spot in my shoulder. My head dips through the steady stream as Gabe joins, braid bolstered up by a giant claw clip.

She leaves a long, heady kiss on my damp lips. “Good morning.”

“I bet it was,” I gloat, pushing hair away from my forehead. “I fucked you to sleep.”

Gabe pivots in the cascade, trickling water down her tall, lean figure.

My cock has no chill. It swells and sways, practically swooning at the attention.

“Stop looking at it,” I scold her.

“But how?” The wicked gleam in her eyes makes me shudder. “Even if I look away, it’s so big I can see it in my peripheral vision.”

I lament and cup both hands over it, wishing it would soften. “Complimenting is not gonna make it go away.”

“Lucky for you, I don’t want it to. You’re not the only horny person around here.” Her hand stretches over the tense muscle rounding my shoulder and squeezes. “Kneel.”

Being bossy doesn’t help either because I love being told what to do. Only by Gabe, though.

My knees bear my weight against the heated marble, hands lifting to the arches of her hips to pull her closer.

“You were so good last night.” Her praise and fingers pushing through my hair slackens my jaw, and I snuggle into her palm. “What a good boy.”

“Yes,” I confirm with a gasp, desperate for more.

“You deserve a treat.”

A black oblong object see-saws between her first finger and thumb. When she presses the button, it buzzes to life, shooting a jolt of pleasure behind the base of my cock.

“That’s…my…”

“Fell out of your shorts when I moved them. Had to do a reverse Google Image search to figure out what it was.” Her tongue clicks in disappointment. “Were you planning on using it without me?” She angles the shower head to one side, away from us, and holds the vibrator under the water. “If you want me to play with your ass, all you have to do is ask nicely.”

“Fuck yes.” I clamber to my feet and backward, eager to have yet another fantasy come true. My cock bounces.

Gabe drops to her haunches, scratching across a hip and into the trim hairs below my belly button. She fists my length and brings it to her mouth. Her blown breath is warmer than the surrounding steam. I recline, bracing against the shower wall.

“I’m gonna suck your cock now. Don’t come until I say so. Okay?”

I nod.

“Words.”

“Yes, please.”

“And how will you know when to finish if my mouth’s full?”

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